Backing Into It
Rated R
She stood in the rain, staring at him through the open doorway.
"Sara?" Grissom furrowed his brows in bewilderment. "What are you doing here?"
"You ruined my chances," she whispered, her face a mask of despair.
He came to his senses and ushered her inside, out of the storm. She was dripping water all over his floor, puddles pooling at her feet, and she wondered if she was melting. Grissom pulled a towel out of the hall closet and wrapped it around her, rubbing it up and down her length to try to absorb some of the water.
"Greg kissed me," Sara said, and he stilled, looking up at her with something like panic.
"Oh?"
"He kissed me, and told me he loves me, and then he kissed me again." She wasn't crying. She hurt too much to cry.
Grissom was finding it hard to breathe. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because he's perfect for me," she said, a spark of anger igniting within her. "He's sweet and fun, and cute and smart, and he's not afraid of what anyone else will think. And he loves me." Her eyes were dead of emotion. "And I couldn't do it."
Liquid relief rushed through his veins. "Why?"
"Because you ruined me, Grissom," she said fiercely. "This should be enough for me. It would be enough for anyone. But you came along with your intellect and your eyes and your voice and your 'Since I met you' and you ruined me."
A droplet of water gathered on the tip of her nose, and his heart twisted.
"No one's ever going to be enough," she whispered, broken. "I'll be alone forever."
He shook his head. "You won't. You'll meet someone who'll make you feel-"
"You're the only one who makes me feel." Pain was radiating off her as she placed her hand on his chest. "Please, Grissom, I want to feel."
"Sara." He ran his fingers tentatively behind her head and cupped her neck, pulling her lips toward him.
"No," she said firmly. "No kissing. Lovers kiss. I want you to fuck me."
His heart sank, but another part of him leapt at her words. She felt the twitch, and ran her hand along his length. He closed his eyes and shuddered.
"That's what I want," she affirmed, pulling off her wet clothes and dropping them on his kitchen floor.
This wasn't right. He should be undressing her slowly, revealing each freckled shoulder in turn, running his cheek along her stomach. She was discarding each article of clothing as an afterthought, exposing her body without fanfare. He sucked in a breath. Even in his fantasies, she wasn't this beautiful.
"Why aren't you naked yet?" she asked impatiently. He blinked, pulling his shirt off as she fumbled with his belt. Soon he was standing before her, hard and sheepish.
"Um. do you want to go to the."
"Bedroom?" she supplied, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. "Yeah, lead the way."
He did, feeling stupid and exposed. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. There was supposed to be kissing, and candlelight, and. kissing. But then she was crawling on his bed on all fours, and he forgot to think.
She leaned her shoulders down, waiting for him to take her from behind. It would be easier this way, she was sure. No temptation to lean forward and taste his lips.
He ran his fingers down her back and over the curve of her ass, down to her core. Closing his eyes at the slick warmth, he plunged two fingers in.
Sara bit her lip, stifling a moan. "No foreplay," she said through gritted teeth. "Just fuck me already!"
He forgot to ask about condoms, or pills. He forgot about everything but the wet, wet heat as he pushed inside her, pushed and pushed until he was halfway in. She was so tight, and he had to swallow and pause to avoid pounding into her. But then she was howling at him to fuck her, and he pushed all the way in, knocking the breaths from both their bodies.
She closed her eyes and swore silently at whichever god chose to make them such a perfect fit. He filled her, body and soul, but she couldn't weep, wouldn't weep.
He tried to pump slowly, but she was bucking back into him hard. They panted and groaned as the slap of skin on skin became more audible.
Grissom clenched his jaw. He wouldn't come without her, he wouldn't. But then she was tightening her muscles around him, telling him to come inside her. And he lost it, plowing into her with abandon, emptying himself as he cried out her name.
She stretched underneath him after he'd finished, flexing her long spine like a cat. "Well," she said, turning over to face him, "thanks for the ride." She looked up at him and her smile faded as she took in the blackness of his eyes. "What-"
He pounced, grabbing her wrists and pinning her to the bed. She could feel him trembling as he lowered his head toward her, sliding his lips against hers.
"No." She struggled against him, but his grip was too tight. He kissed her more firmly, sucking on her bottom lip. "Grissom, stop it."
He couldn't, though. As perfect as it had felt to slide in and out of her, her lips were a new level of ecstasy. Soft and pliant and smooth, and he could die right now as he felt her start to kiss him back.
"Why-" She fought to get out the words as he kissed them away. "Why are you doing this?"
He moved to her ear, sucking on the lobe, blowing hot breath as he whispered, "Because lovers kiss." Then he was back to her mouth, and their tongues were stroking each other, and she was coming, god, she was coming as he entered her again.